Chewing On Glass…

Author: chewingonglass

  • And Other Things From This Time…

    Before They Hurt Everything feels isolatingOn a grander scaleBetween one and a hundredBetween heaven and hellThere exists a place no one knowsFrom bad to worseThings become uglierBefore they hurt Everything feels indifferentOn a daily scaleBetween Mondays and SundaysBetween this week and lastThere’s not much in betweenFrom day to dayThings never…

  • Don’t Stand So Close To Me…

    Don’t Stand So Close To Me… I like to keep my things in jars. I have many jars all around my room. I used to as a child go out in the woods behind my house and collected bugs. I had so many in my collection. Water bugs, butterflies, lightning…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    The signs were there all alongLighting the way for the climaxIlluminating the inevitable fallWho does this to them, to ourselvesStatistically speaking one and the sameReality couldn’t be any further apartLooked so good on paperIt had to work at least onceWhat could all this really meanTo someone who doesn’t careI gave…

  • Crossing The River Of Hypocrisy…

    Rest Forever When We Are DeadThe feeling slips away from meYour soft skin drags across the floorThe shredded self of worthlessnessDeception is the only way to communicateLetters become wordsBroken sentences of a useless paragraphThey say you’re deadBut when you died is undecidedKilled you in my mind so long agoSo I…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    The chambers of the heartKeep pumping bloodEven if there is no will to go onPatience but for whatA long waiting game for nothing at allI carved one outOnly to give one upNothing feels natural anymoreA made up actI call loveDoesn’t matter anymore where it comes fromIf only my thoughts could…

  • What Has Been Done…

    I noticed the way she looks at me again today. The look of a blank stare, but it is not a blank stare. It is as if she is trying to tell me something that words could never really say. I see it in her eyes. Those cold green eyes.…

  • Broken Thoughts…

    My hands are callus and soaked in bloodQuitting isn’t what it used to beWalking away isn’t a train of thoughtIt’s an action that weighs more than itselfThe words so heavyThey don’t come out rightNothing comes out right anymoreEach thought is loaded with regretForced out by a will to keep goingGod…

  • If It Doesn’t Kill… Then It Doesn’t Hurt?…

    After so many rejections it becomes so much easier to ignore the vultures that come circling around my rotting corpse. Letter after letter. Email after email telling me they wish me well. Words copied and pasted as hollow as my soul. All of this self-mutilation for one person to just…

  • Broken Thoughts… Without Me…

    I gave it all up for this?These feelings don’t subsideThese feelings grow deeperSlip into the cracks of my broken heartGive it another yearGive me a whole lifetimeWaste it once againIf I could do it overSo unsure if I wouldLife gets easier with timeBecause the will to liveGoes with itGave up…

  • West End Love for All the East End Girls…

    “So, are we doing this or what?” He asks me for the thirteenth time in the last five minutes. “We need to do this,” he reminds me once again. “We or you need to do this?” I ask barely looking away from my phone. “I’ll slap that thing right out…